Oh, Sal, I’m so sorry for your loss. Bless you for taking such good care of your doggie. I know it was love, but still...
What a beautiful way to go, all full of cheese and tears and laughter and resting in the arms of love. Prayers for you and hugs...
Bless *her* for having such noble grace and bearing while I was coming undone.
It’s ironic...she was horribly abused before she came here and was always phobic and afraid.
[dogs *do* get PTSD]
*I* was her strength, courage and ‘safe place’.
She clung to me all the time.
In the end, she totally reversed our roles.
She was a very, very good dog.
[and the vet was on the verge of tears, himself...he’s *such* a wonderful, compassionate man]